Introduction: The Best Kept Secret in Weight Loss

The way men and women relate and communicate to each other has gotten more complicated and difficult to navigate than the current U.S. Immigration laws. Especially when you’re young, naïve, and just a little bit crazy, and you find someone with the exact same attributes.

Thus, brings me to my recent experience with a young gentleman we will call Jon **. Now Jon and I are a year apart, and he works as a reporter in the city. Our first date was a blind one, and quickly hit the ceiling on an intense physically affectionate experience. Now, I admit I’m not a nun, I have been physical before early on when meeting someone, but there was something about Jon I saw in his eyes when he spoke. It was like I could see the whole world when he was talking, literally like watching a movie and seeing the world as he saw it. We talked on the phone almost every night, and texted each other every day from morning to night.

Now, for the red flags; yes every time you and your partner get into the relationship mobile, and decide to gun it at 300 miles per hour, all the warning signs pointing to the upcoming cliffs and curves may have been a blur, but you definitely saw them. You can say that I was carsick, since the night I first met Jon. I was excited and beyond pleased when he stood up and I gave him a customary hug and he offered me his arm as we walked to local pub. He seemed pleased too. I thought he was incredibly handsome, polite, and boyishly charismatic.

Throughout our conversation, the pupil of his eyes remained dilated and would triangulate as he turned to sip a beer mug in between his statements. I probably remember more about his shape shifting eyes then the things we talked about; but he filled me in a way that I couldn’t eat, I didn’t need breakfast, lunch, or kick boxing. Talking to him was…my survival. This is the beginning of my weight loss diary. I broke my 5-day gym habit, and started eating out- 10pm at night at Jon’s apartment while my weight and mind began to waste away.

I met this man online, initially having low desire and expectations for anything beyond a casual friendship to develop. He on the other hand was experiencing his first blind date; possibly even the first one he managed to conjure up on his own without the assistance of a “wingman” or a “Go-to-guy” with a cocktail in hand. Our expectations, anxieties, and fantasies toed a delicate line of appeasement and contempt. It pushed and pulled at our souls between frustration, confusion, and yearning. And so began “The Reporter and The Girl: MINUS The Super Man!”

Next week’s preview

The Snob

“Yeh I’m 25 about to have a birthday soon, your profile said we’re the same age….so I messaged you cause there’s not a lot guys in my age group in the area….”

Jon- “I’m actually 24, oh I actually changed that on purpose”

“Oh ha ha ha….so now who’s trying to hide something! You ragged on me for having a blocked number?”